Sunday Roast(ing)

Sometimes there’s nothing better than a roast on a Sunday. We’re very spoiled for choice in Didsbury, so it’s not difficult to find somewhere that does the job. But this is what we like when we’re at home, in England, not abroad. Fair-dos if you want a Sunday Roast abroad, especially in certain parts of Spain – but that’s not what does it for us. I don’t want beef & Yorkshire puddings in blistering heat. What I do want though, is a beach restaurant, packed full of local Spaniards, tucking into the most amazing paella. And guess what? Here it is…

Recommended by our friend, Simon, whose family own Capuchinos 24, where we’re staying, it’s as rough & ready as you get, but my word, it is AMAZING! Having an association with the family who reputedly re-discovered the famous Nerja Caves certainly helps but it wouldn’t seem that this is what makes this almost nondescript restaurant a massive pull. What it is, it would seem to be the is the quality of the paella (you can order other items from the menu, but every time we’ve been, paella is the order of the day, from most diners) and the SHOW in the making of the paella. Cooked in front of you, it is an impressive sight – as is the dishing up of each plate. I swear, not a grain of rice is dropped as the guy serving up, theatrically throws paella – packed full with chicken & seafood – onto plates. The genuis trick of this place though is you pay just over 7 euros for a small(ish) plate of paella – but can then go back & refill as often as you want. Sound a challenge, doesn’t it? But, it would appear that no-one takes the proverbial, as going back for seconds tends to finish people off. They dish out generous portions in Ayo’s! House wine is very inexpensive – we had a bottle for 7 euros, because you can generally rely on the fact that even if it’s from a cheapo barrel, it’ll be good.

So, Sunday roast abroad? No thanks! I’d much rather be roasting on a Sunday and pitching in with locals. And how nice to be able to sleep it all off on a very comfy lounger on Burriana Beach, watching the sun go down and a storm roll in?